Shangzhou, the far north.
Only those standing here know that there are things in the world far more terrifying than eternal night.
That is the ultimate blackness.
This blackness is not just the inability to see your hand in front of your face, but also a type that perpetually plunges the soul and shatters the spirit.
Often, just one glance at this blackness, and the souls of living beings are completely erased, scrubbed clean to the point that no one can find them because you've become part of the infinite darkness.
"This is the Dharma form of the Black Soul, the Nine Realms of Souls," Wu Shang spoke, though Dad hadn't seen it.
Dad snorted, "Do you even need to say it?"
"Is the Black Soul in this place?"
A sharp light shot from Dad's cloudy old eyes as he searched laboriously through the infinite darkness, and after an hour, Dad shook his head.
"He's not here."
"As always, just the same."
